The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1887-06-30
Across the Mountains.
HOUSE MOUNTAIN, Tenn,
June 18th, 1887.

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HOUSE MOUNTAIN, Tenn,
June 18th, 1887.
Mr.. EDITOR: To say that We have en-.
joyed our mountain trip would hardly
tell it all. We have looked, wondered,
talked, sang and laughed to our hearts
content, walking over the green meadows,
eating Strawberries and raspberries on the
hillsides, and famed by the gentle breeze
from off House Mountain, which stands
| in front of our room, one mile high, two
miles wide, just in shape of sugar loaf.
It is natural for our minds to wander
back to our home and friends in Caro-.
lima, and desire to tell them of what
we see and hear prompts US to writo this
morning.
We are stopping for a few days with
the esquire" of the land and his kind
family. He counts his acres by the
thousands, and takes an interest in count
ing up his profits, derived from his va.
1ious saw mills, planning MACHINES and
every other kind of a mill, from which
his teams are continually running into
Knoxville. These mountain people have
big souls and wide views in regard to
their fellow.man, following the COM
mandment, "Love thy neig hbor as thy
SELF" but little regard for the Creator of
their immortal souls, or what will be the
result after they have passed ont Of these
mountains into eternity. We find "brown
bread and the blessing of God rich ban.
quet." He never forsakes us, even in the
land of strangers. On the first Sabbath,
while the Christian world were reasoning
together on the "manna in the wilder.
ness" We consulted Dr.. Vincent's COM
mentary on the lessons and feasted our
thirsty soul. The true mama is Christ,
who supplies all our spiritual needs.
The bitter waters of Marah can be sweet.
ened, even now in our present life. We
feel that we are "castiug bread upon the
waters to be gathered in the future" :"
While sitting in the moonlight al alone,
looking up, pleading with our Heavenly
Father to save the immortal souls OF all
this household, ne we're approached by
the sensible, good mother, and asked for
our thoughts. Thinking of that passage,
''Be not afraid bat speak and hold not
thy peace" we told her just what the
Spirit was prompting US to ask for, and
we believed that God would grant it.
Her big heart warmed up, and spirit
begat spirit, till We two talked, hoped
and exercised faith, even larger than a
"grain of mustard seed"
Bright and early one morning we were
seated in q comfortable top-buggy, drawn
by span of dappled grays, and started
out for LEAFS Springs. This popular
sumner resort of mineral waters-white
sulpher, black sulpher and calybeate-is
situated in Granger County at the foot of
Clynch Mountain. For six miles we
drove over beds of slate, shaded by mag.
nifcent sycamore trees, cedars, obvitas
of every kind, hedged in by thousands of
Wild roses, the Usage, orange and catar.
ber.. o, how beautiful these catarbers
are! so large and full of magnificent
blooms, equal to our magnolia. These
Springs, three in number, of an entirely
different mineral character, possess re.
markable remedial virtues, and are stu.
ated in an elevated, well.drained plateau,
forming basin surrounded by Clinch
Mountain, presenting beautiful, pic.
turesque appearance. The White Sui.
pher is clear and strong, springiug up
through a marble basin, running into
another, and all is coated with thick,
white coat, resembling chalk or -four {;
very strong to the taste, and the fumes of
sulpher are in the atmosphere. The bath
house, near the spring, situated on q
small stream, with water conveyed in
tubes, gives hot and cold baths to the in
valid. One mile from this is the Black
Sulpher we'll to lift the lidyou are almost
knocked down by the odor. The water
is clear, but the walls and the vessels it
stands in are thickly coated with an ugly,
black substance. This blood purifyer is
said to have no equal. Persons affected
with erysipelas have broken out thick
Immediately after drinking the Black
sulpher. Farther up the same stream
is the Calybeate Springs, three in a
bunch, clear as crystal, but the marble
basin and troughs ar6of pure iron hue (;
we taste, smell and breathe it in the
atmosphere. The very stream is SO preg-
mated with the different minerals, our
horses would not drinko Of it. This is the
most beautiful spot imaginable, at the
base of huge mountain, on the banks
of lovely straf in level plat of
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ground, densd huge oaks of